"I have a golden finger, and I shall enlighten you!" Mag deliberately mumbled a rather embarrassing chant before tapping in between Chapman's eyebrows lightly.
The finger only touched the forehead for less than a second.
Mag took a step back.
Meanwhile, Chapman closed his eyes.
Chapman felt a mysterious power suddenly surge into his mind. Every step that Mag demonstrated earlier and every sentence that he said kept repeating in his mind. Some things that he couldn't understand previously suddenly became resolved and easy to understand. He only opened his eyes slowly after a while as if he had already grasped everything.
"Can you remember all the steps?" Mag asked smilingly.
"Yes, I can." Chapman nodded, and he looked at Mag with an amazed and respectful gaze. He really couldn't understand how he could completely grasp the dish's recipe as if he had been practicing making it dozens of times after Mag simply tapped in between his eyebrows gently.
